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A55543	A new opera called Brutus of Alba, or, Augusta's triumph as it is acted at the theatre in Dorset-Garden, by His Majesty's servants.; Brutus of Alba	Powell, George, 1658?-1714.; Purcell, Daniel, 1660?-1717.; Verbruggen, John, d. 1708?; Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715. Brutus of Alba.	1697 (1697)	Wing P3052; ESTC R32181	23,318	55

A NEW OPERA CALLED Brutus of Alba OR Augusta's Triumph As it is ACTED At the THEATRE in Dorset-Garden By His Majesty's Servants LONDON Printed by W. Onley for Sam. Briscoe at the Corner of Charles-street near Russel-street Covent-garden MDCXCVII Having received very large Encouragement already from several Persons of Honour and Quality there will speedily be Publish'd A Second Volume of Familiar Letters written by the late Lord Rochester the Duke of Buckingham and Sir George Etherege If any Gentlemen are willing to Oblige the Publick with any Letters of those Honourable Persons they are desired to send them to Sam. Briscoe in Covent-Garden who will Print them in the next Volume Dramatis Persona Brutus Locrinus Arsaracus Coreb Hersius Spungias La Friske WOMEN Amarante Ragusa SINGERS Augusta Thamesis Apollo Juno Hermes Iris Pluto Alecto Minos Proteus Fame Neptune Bacchus Cupid Mars Nestor Tritons Angello Seraphino Airy Spirits TO Sam. Briscoe Bookseller Mr. BRISCOE SVre none can prove a Warmer Patron to a Book than the Bookseller for whom 't is Printed nor can any one have a juster Title to the Dedication of a Play than he who uses to pay so largely most Dedicators You promis'd to stand Godfather to this Off-spring of a Nameless Parent and as 't is like to make some Figure in the World we hope it will soon Recompence your Liberality to those who usher it into it For while other Patrons often purchase nothing but empty Air and are swell'd with it to the Decay of their more solid Parts but you are for more substantial Gain and get Money for Paper while they get nothing but Paper for Money Most Readers rather judge of the Worth of a Book by the Name of the Bookseller that Prints it than by that of the Great Man to whom 't is Inscrib'd and this must needs be thought the better as being not only Printed for you but Dedicated to you who are fam'd for Printing few Things but what are Vseful and Entertaining and who hate a dull Scribler as much as he hates a severe Critick or we both Scribles and Criticks a thin Pit or a long Vacation And indeed this Opera will require no less powerful an Interest than yours Mr. Briscoe For you know that many Books are only thought bad through the Prejudice of most Readers against their Nameless Writers as if those Works were not worth owning and many are thought good only for the sake of the Author's Fame ' Thus let the best Master of Poetry but publish a Poem without owning it great numbers of Faults will be found which otherwise wou'd perhaps pass as Beauties Now your Recommendation-Name Mr. Briscoe will infallibly supply the Want of the Authors and thus his Modesty will only prove like those Shades that add strength to Pictures and set the Beauties in a truer Light For who can be supposed to understand Plays better than you whose Business they have been so long and who wholly Converse with the Ingenious and Bookish-Part of the World Who but knows what a kind Influence depends on you from the Superior Orbs of Wit with which you are so often in Conjunction And 't is but just it shou'd be so for while most Libraries are made up of the Outcasts of Booksellers Shops yours Mr. Briscoe chear'd by the Beams darted from the Neighbouring Spheres is like a flourishing Garden where every Day springs new Variety of the choicest Productions of Nature improv'd by Art and thence the whole Letter'd World receives constant Supplies of the Useful and the Pleasing without which it can no more subsist than without the daily Concourse of Providence There we borrow'd this Simile Mr. Briscoe which by the way confirms our Assertion and there many others borrow who do not so much care to acknowledge it There from the Grave Politician to the frothy Sonneter from the Courtly Critick on Cloths to the implacable Critick on Sence from the All-Contemning Lord of Rhyme to the All-admiring Country Wit All-Wits and Wou'd-be-Wits are seen too happy many of 'em in finding something too Read in the Morning that may enable 'em to Chat over their Tea in the Evening without being reduc'd to pass six long Hours in a Balcony in making Criticisms upon the Mobb But we forgot that you and we are Men of Business nor need we say any more to Recommend this Piece to you and the Town to whose Generous Indulgence we leave it heartily wishing you may sell off as many Impressions of it as we wish our selves Benefactors on Wednesday and Saturday next the Visiting Days of Monday Octob. 16 1699. Your Friends and Servants GEORGE POWELL JOHN VERBRUGGEN BRUTUS of ALBA OR AUGUSTA's TRIUMPH ACT I. SCENE I. The SCENE is The River of Thames the Prospect reaches as far as can be seen from the Bridge in a clear Day On one side of the Stage lies Augusta attended by Cities on the other Thamesis attended by Rivers Angello hovering in the Air. After a Symphony of Musick Angello speaks Angel WAke wake Augusta Thamesis awake Leave of your mourning for your absent Lord From the bright Court of Love I 'm hither sent To chear your Drooping Spirits and inform you The Guardian of this once Unhappy Island Returns with Safety from his Gallick Foes Tham. Oh thou Bright Vision Thus we kneel before thee Thus pay our Thanks to those Almighty Powers That have Preserv'd the Great the God-like Brutus Aug. O send our Albion send him quickly to us Guard him good Heaven Preserve him from his Foes For when he falls Augusta is no more Aug. Once more I charge you to dismiss your Fears For Heav'n has made him its peculiar Care Seraphino Descends See here the Guardian Heav'n has appointed Still to Attend and to Preserve his Person Hermes Descends in his Chariot drawn by Ravens Her And Hermes too appears to chear your Sorrows Hermes Sings Thou Glorious Fabrick stand for ever stand Well worthy thou to Entertain The God of Traffick and of Gain To draw the Concourse of the Land And Wealth of all the Main Augusta Sings O Hermes pity take Of her who Europe's Pride was seen And this fair Isle's Imperial Queen Albion's Darling Bride adorn'd Till my Absent Lord I mourn'd And whilst my Turtle-moans I make Oh Hermes pity take Thamesis Sings And I the Noble Flood who pour My Plenteous Vrn on her Rich Shoar No more the Prince of Fields I Reign Nor she the Queen of Albion's Fame Aug. Oh Hermes pity take Tha. Oh Hermes pity take Cho. To thee for pity now we call O! God-like Hermes pity all Mer. Cease fair Augusta cease thy Sorrow And tho' to Day thou mourn'st thou 'lt smile to Morrow Thy Morning Prayer and Evening Dreams Thy Albion with his smiling Beams Returns so Glorious Bright and Gay He Rivals the Great God of Day Chorus Our Albion with his smiling Beames Hermes While Gallick Foes which Envy see Your Monarch's happy Victory Augusta ought not to Despair For Albion's

your Mistress Her Quit her hang her a Man cannot thrive worse if he served the Devil Cor. How the Devil I 'll tell ye what now of the Devil he 's no such horrid Creature Cloven-Footed Black SaweerEy'd his Nostrils breathing Fire as these Lying Religious Fools wou'd make you believe Spun. No! Cor. No no he 's more Loving to Man than Man to Man is Her Alack good Gentleman how is he wrong'd Spun. Wou'd we two cou'd come acquainted with him Cor. You shall he 's a wondrous Good Fellow Loves a Cup of Wine a Whore or any thing Her Do's he love a Whore say you Cor. Oh mightily Her ' Gad I 'll help him to one then she is not very handsome but she 's well enough she offer'd her self to the Play-houses and they refused her and if once the Players refuse her I 'm sure she 's fit for no Body but the Devil Cor. Well said my Lad 't is ten to one in a short time I bring him to the Tavern to you Spun. ' Gad I 'll bespeak the best Room in the House for him But pray Sir Does the Devil pay Two Shillings a Flask for his Wine Cor. Oh always Spun. Then I find he has some Relation to us Britans he 'd never suffer himself to be made such a Bubble else But pray do's the Devil love Dancing Sir Cor. O yes extreamly Loves Dances but of a different sort to what you have here I 'll shew you to divert you the Fashion of his Country Spun. O Lord Sir you 'll oblige us woundily Coreb waves his Wand and a Misty Cloud rises out of the Earth as it ascends a great Wind-mill is discovered out of which comes Millers and Countrey Women who Dance After their Dance the Wind-mill is changed into a Witch out of which come several Devils who Dance with the Witch and then sink Cor. Now what think ye Her Think Why I think I shall never be at quiet till I 'm with the Devil Cor. If you knew him so well as I do you 'd be more impatient Why there 's nothing you can ask him for but immediately it 's brought ye Ask for a handsome Whore you have her presently Spun. And will the Devil keep the Door Sir Cor. No no that 's below his Dignity but he has those ready at hand that will Spun. But pray Sir when shall we enter into Service for I 'm impatient Cor. To morrow Morning but one Piece of Service you must do me first Her Any thing Pray be pleas'd to Command us I 'll not scruple any thing that may be serviceable to you upon my Word Spun. Nor I tho' 't were to hang my Mother and Ravish her afterwards Pray Sir what is 't Cor. 'T is this the Prince and the young Lord Sozimon this Day Feast with your Lady I 'd have you put this into her Drink and you be mindful to Spice the Lord Sozimon's Bowl with this and when your Feasting's over let me privately into your Lady's Chamber Her Into her Chamber Ay Sir into her Bed if your Worship pleases Cor. Well said Do this and you shall both be happy Spun. Never fear us Sir I gad I 'll Pepper my Lady's Bowl I 'll warrant you Her And I my Lords as I hope to be acquainted with the Devil Exit Her and Spun. Cor. Poor helpless Fools How greedily for Gold Wou'd these vain Wretches sacrifice their God Now proud Augusta is thy Ruine near Nor will I let my Art be bassled longer But I must watch a Time when Seraphino Is absent from the Mighty Charge he holds See where Augusta comes with Thamesis Now were a Time to check her Tow'ring Pride And lay her Lofty Palaces in Dust. Angelo seen in the Air with Hermes I 'll do 't But ha my Ancient Enemy Is still at hand to vanquish my Designs But tho' I now am of Revenge debarr'd If Hell have Power thou shalt not long escape me Exit Ang. 'T is false malicious Fiend No poor Augusta Thou art the Care of Heaven by whose Command Hermes and I do hover still about thee Iris by Iuno is already sent To Guard thy Most-Lov'd Monarch safe to Land And bless his Country with his Wish'd for Presence Mercury sings SEE the opening Clouds divide asunder And see see yonder The Angry Wife of Jove descending from Above More loud than all Jove's Thunder Juno descends on her Peacock As it comes near the Stage the Clouds opon and discover the Tail of the Peacock which is so wide it almost covers the Stage Juno comes forward and sings Juno No Hermes no all Quarrels cease In Heaven as well as Earth 't is Peace Jove by the Stygian Lake has swore His Wandring Love shall Rove no more Thamesis sings Great Queen who shin'st with those bright Beams Whose Glory gilds my Streams See what Bending Knees we pay Thee Thus Adore Thee thus Obey Thee Augustina sings Bright Queen of Hymen's hallow'd Fires The Sovereign of all Chast Desires That with true Ioy the Genial Bed inspires See what Bending Knees we Pay Thee Thus Adore Thee thus Obey Thee Chorus Great Queen c. Iris descends on a Rainbow and comes forward Juno Say Iris say from the Battavian Strand What News hast thou brought o're Hast thou Obey'd my Great Command And brought Great Albion safe to Shore Iris. Neptune his Brother Lord o' th' Ocean And his Sea-Nymphs whole Devotion Venus in her Sholl attends him Her Fair Hand and Smiles she lends him Thousand Prayers to ●aft him o're And carefully has brought him safe to Shore See see the Crowds and Ioys all round Welcome Thunders all before Till the Gods Ioyn in the Chorus Welcome Heaven and Earth resound Mercury If Mortals Laugh and Sing 'T is time we Gods take Wing To mount and send her down The Guardian of his Crown Astrea who from Earth was driven Till Albion call'd her back from Heaven Chorus Then all prepare to Sing his Fame Sing all Sing all Great Albion's Name For 't was by Mighty Iove Decreed This Island should by him be freed While this Chorus is Singing Juno Iris and Mercury ascend After the Musick Augusta speaks Aug. Come Thamesis prepare to meet our Lord Let him glide gently on these Silver Streams While I with all my stately Towers prepare To welcome him from his long Toyls of War Exit Enter Arsaracus and Locrinus Ars. Hear me but out my Lord. Loc. Forbear to tempt me With the least sound against her Constant Vertue I should as soon believe the Queen of Night Wou'd mount the Fiery Chariot of the Day And to that God resign her Chastity As my dear Aramante injure me Ars. My Lord I bear the same Belief with you But when I hear so many busie Tongues With Private Publick Whisperings proclaiming The Great Dishonour of my Much-lov'd Prince My Duty and Allegiance both start up And bid me shew my self your Real Friend Loc. Why dost thou think she 's false Ars. Not I

Scaramouch Men and two Scaramouch Women Enter and Dance Then two Harlaquin Men and Women After the Dance Coreb speaks Cor. You see how very kind I have been to you which Kindness I 'll continue if you 're Faithful Spun. Faithful Pray Sir don't be so unkind as to doubt us Command us to Hang our selves and to shew how Zealous we are we won't stay for Ropes but do it in our own Garters Cor. Then hear me Friends The Prince this Morning goes to meet the King Now I would have you two with others that I have imploy'd already to intercept him and when you behold the Lord Arsaracas in private Conference with him strike this into his Heart Gives a Dagger Her We 'll do 't Spun. Fear not we 'll open his Belly and Hang him in his own Guts Cor. Come on then be but firm and you shall prosper Her Never doubt us Sir Come Page Alon. Exeunt The SCENE changes to the Cliff of Dover Augusta Thamesis and their Followers rise out of the Sea and Sing CHORUS HAil Royal Albion Hail to thee Sent from the Gods to set us free From Bondage and from Slavery Thamesis Hark I am call'd old Father Ocean Calls my Tide Come away On the Mounting Billows dancing See the Royal Bark advancing The Waves the Wind and Sea Are all at Albion's dear Devotion 1st Triton See the Merry Boatswain too Has call'd his Iolley Crew Chorus Come come come c. A Dance of six Watermen Neptune See see the Sea Gods trim thy Sails Every Nymph in all her Pride 1st Triton Wafted by the Calmer Gales O're thy own Main Triumphant Ride Augusta Each Neried does her Locks adorn And every Triion minds his Horn The Lovely Mermaid too behold How she Combs her flowing Gold Without a Snare or Charm she sings Welcome to the best of Kings Chorus Welcome c. Apollo descends in his Chariot Apollo Albion all Hail Thou Sacred Head Heavens Darling Care no Danger dread For Walls of Fate thy Life Enclose The Plots of thy Malitious Foes Abhor'd above Expos'd below Their own dull Light shall shew Treason which her Infernal Train Worke in her Hellish Mines in vain Chorus Albion all Hail c. Apollo My Oracles declare When he has done His finish'd Work of Fate And broke the Universal Yoke A Smiling Race of Years his Reign shall Crown A Song in Three Parts AT Albion's Return this Happy Isle Dries up her Widows Tears And with a Smile Plumes like a Bride With Ioy and Pride The Meadows smile the Groves and Flowers are Gay All Nature chears up at this Great and Glorious Day Cho. At Albion's Return c. Enter King Locrinus and two Lords King How different is the Clime to what I left it My Kingdom sure is by Enchantment Govern'd Musick attends us both by Sea and Land Eccho's of Joy still hover round about us But for what Cause Heaven only can be Judge 1 st Lord. It shews that Heaven rejoyces at your Safety King I hope I have with strictest Care perform'd The Charge which Heaven and you have laid upon me But blame me not if I appear Concern'd At the Unusual and Surprizing Accidents 2 d Lord. I must confess my Liege 't is most amazing Enter a Messenger King Thou seemst in hast Quickly declare thy Message Mess. My Leige the Prince your Son with a small Guard Was hasting to your Majesty While Treacherous Arsaracus who bore him Company Did with a band of Ruffins fall upon 'em But a strong Party of your Guards approaching The Villains fled but were soon overtaken And Arsaracus with the rest are bringing hither King Is 't possible Cou'd Arsaracus play the Villain And to my Son a Prince that made his Fortunes From a mean State raised him to Power and Greatness Where is there Truth or Honour to be found If those whom we have foster'd in our Bosoms Should like ungrateful Snakes sting to our Hearts Enter Locrinus Arsaracus Hersius Spungius c. Prisoners The Prince Kneels Locr. Angels be Guardians to my Royal Father And Heaven with Blessings Crown his Virtuous Reign May Treason be a Stranger to his Realms And all the Plots of his Malicious Foes Fall doably on the Curst Contrivers Heads King Thank thee my Son Rise let me look a little To see where Villain 's writ upon that Man Not in his Face that bears a shew of Honesty His Person too cast in a Noble Form No 't is within and his Ignoble Soul All over does the stamp of Villain bear Locr. Sir on my Knees I beg you 'd calm your Anger For he has made me ample satisfaction And by his free Confession clear'd the Fame Of my ador'd my best lov'd Amarante King Cou'd any Villain dare to blast her Virtue Locr. The Story Royal Sir's too long to tell But give me leave Sir to perform my Promise Which was to spare his Life and on my Knees I beg that you will grant it King I will my Son But never more appear within my Kingdom Go wander thro the World like the first Murderer Thou needst no Mark thy Crimes will speak themselves Arsar I go and Noble Prince the Life you give I 'le wear in hopes that it may do you Service My banishment I do Embrace with Joy and I have now no farther use for Life But to repent I ever wrong'd such Virtue Exit Locr. Now Villain what canst thou say Dor. Why I am sorry I have tane such pains to do so little mischief King Drag him to the Gibbet Cor. I defie ye Laugh at ye And when you see me next take care of me Sinks King Amazing Span. What is he gone and left us Why Bro. Hersius we shall never be able to find the way to the Devil without him Locr. Now what can you expect ungrateful Villains Hers. Why we expect to be hang'd and I dare Swear you won't let us go without our Expectations King To Prison with ' em Leave 'em to the Law They are not worth our Anger Come my Son I thought by mildness to have rul'd my Subjects But I perceive they 'l rowze the sleeping Sword And force Revenge from their Offended Lord. The End of the fourth Act. ACT V. SCENE the Thames As the King enters the Cave of Proteus rises which consists of Twelve Arches of the Tuscan Order The Frontispiece is adorn'd with a Tritan a Neired and several Sea-monsters enrich'd with Mother-Pearl Coral and Sea-shells At the farther end Proteus appears with his Followers who come forward and sing A SONG Proteus ALbion belov'd of Earth and Heaven Bid rough War and Battel cease Return with Fame when thou hast driven The hunted Tyrant down and given Europe a Vniversal Peace Chor. Albion belov'd c. Proteus Albion Albion Heaven attends him Heaven its Guardian-Angels lends him Nor wonder Heaven's best smile defends him When for Heaven his Sword he draws His Standard's Heaven and Heaven 's his Cause King You great all-knowing Powers that rule

Heavens peculiar Care Mercury 〈◊〉 Tha. Since our Albion is returning All our blazing Bonfires Burning Ioyn each Loyal Heart and Hand Each Attending All Knees Bending Triton's Sounding Shores Rebounding Send my Iolly Neptunes Sons to Land A Dance of Nerieds Augustus Thamesis and their Attendance all Sink Aug. Now Seraphina to perform your Charge Locrindus Son to this Victorious King Is on his march and will be here this Night The false Arsaracus that was left in Charge Of this blest Island and fair Amarante Who is by Contract joyn'd to the Young Prince Tries by all Arts he can to gain her Love The Curst Magician Coreb does attend him And Calls the Powers of Hell to his Assistance Therefore you must be Watchful Seraphino Ser. Fear not my Angel lo but see he comes His working Brain I know Presages Mischief But he shall find that all the Power of Hell Will prove too Poor and Weak to Combat Heaven They both Aescnd The Scene continues Enter Arsaracus Solus Ars. Why am I thus perplext She 's in my Power But Oh! What Power can stand against her Beauty Am I to blame to Court the smiles of her Who Captivates the Heart of Royal Brutus That mighty Conqueror submits to her He that is Born the certain Scourge of Gaul He that with Conquest still comes Ushered Home Our Second Mars yields to this Lovely Venus Enter the Amarante Reading Behold she comes Oh! wou'd our Artists draw A Scene of Heaven there is the lovely Pattern Am. Surpriz'd by him alone Oh! my just Fea●s Arsa. Why do ye slie me then my beauteous Charge Am. Why do ye Haunt me thus Deceitful Guardian Arsa. Can you Condemn the wretch who ventures Life To obtain Food when Famine has oppress'd him When the poor Slave tuggs at the Labouring Oar His Body Gash'd with Stripes and Parch'd by th' Sun His Eye-lids shrowding in their drowzie Balls His Joynts quite Numb'd and yet Compell'd to Toyl Is he to blame to beg of Heaven for Ease Amar. They that Request of Heaven what is unjust shou'd Not alone denial meet but Punishment When our Great Master left his drooping Kingdom Left the soft Joys of Peace for dangerous War When he had Conquer'd his resistless Love And left me to the Prince his Royal Son He then my Lord bequeath'd me to the Care And sure he thought your Virtue was so firm You wou'd not Ruine what you shou'd Protect Arsa. If Kneeling thus with humble Adoration Begging of you my only Heaven for Mercy If Sighs and gushing Tears and broken Slumbers With all the Racks of a despairing Lover If these speak Ruine sure they speak to me Amar. What wou'd you have me do Arsa. Give me your Love Amar. I cannot Arsa. Why Amar. It is the Princes Right The Prince the Noble Prince the Prince that rais'd you Royal Locrinus that bestow'd all Favours That you could Ask or he had power to give Arsa. What Titles Power or Wealth can he bestow To equal the bright Jewel he takes from me Empires and Worlds wou'd be too mean a prize To Purchase the vast Treasure of your Love Amar. Empires and Worlds can never change my Heart Oh! No 't is sixt 't is rooted to my Lord's Here on my Knees to Heaven and you I swear If you persist on this ungrateful Subject The King and Prince shall know how faithfully You have Discharged the Trust they laid upon you Arsa. Yet stay and hear me Offers to God Amar. No I never will Till you have found some other Theme to talk of Arsa. Farewell then scornful Beauty now by Love Exit That Love which thou so Ill repay'st I 'll have thee At last thy Body shall be mine thy Mind Dispose on as thou wilt 't is Proud and Vain Enter Coreb. O Coreb Cor. How now my Lord still plagu'd with hopeless Love Still in pursuit of one who flies with scorn Still asking Heaven for what it will not grant Why do ye not Command your Faithful Coreb That has the power as well as will to serve you My Art has yet never been known to fail Pluto Allecto all have own'd my Charms The Infernal Court has waited my Command And shall agen to serve Arsaracus Arsa. O Coreb cou'd I purchase Amarante But for a Night for that one happy Night I 'd be content to bear Eternal Pain All Pains all Torments but the Wracks of Love Cor. Be Cool my Lord and take Advice from me The King has o're the Gauls a Victory gain'd Locrinus too his Son has won much Honour Who privately this Night comes to the Court The King is likewise Landed and will be At London in two Days and on the third The Marriage 'twixt Amarante and the Prince Will be with splendour Solemnized Arsa. Their Marriage Is this the Comfort that you made me hope O you have struck a Fire into my Veins That must be quenched with Blood Cor. I now y've hit it 'T is Blood and Royal-blood must work your Cure You shall not find me poor in my Assistance For I will give you Beauty and a Crown A Crown my brave Arsaracus think on that Open thy Heart and let Ambition in That glorious Ornament to Valiant Soul Arsa. A Crown and her I Love Oh! thou hast rouz'd me But say my better Self say thou great Artist Thou that hast Hell at thy command say how How shall I grasp the substance of those shadows That Dance about in glittering Forms before me Cor. Be still and silent silent as the Grave And what so e're you see or hear be constant Now you shall find whatever 't is I promise The whole Infernal Court shall ratifie You great Commanders of the Stygian Lake To whose known Power your Votary thus bowes Honour his Art and grace it with your Presence Whose Soul and Body is at your dispose The Scene Changes to a Poetical Hell there is a Figure of the Prometheus Chain'd to a Rock the Vulture knowing his Liver Sisiphus rowling the Stone beyond abundance of Figures in various Torments then a great Arch of Fire behind this a Pyramide of Flames in perpetual Agitation behind this glowing Fire which Terminates the Prospect then rises the Court of Pluto with him the Furies and Alecto Pluto Sings FRom Hills of Ice and Heaps of rowling Snow From Lakes of Fire that neither Ebb nor Flow From Sulphurous Flames and from Pestiferous Mists From Terrors Infinite where howling Guests Almost Affect there Torturers with their Cries Where Souls for ever Burn and never Die Where Misery is always but begun And only Wretched certainties are known Come we to know what Coreb wou'd Demand Coreb. Great Prince whose Faithful Subject I have been I do not now demand but do implore That you wou'd grant your Aid to this young Lord Love and Ambition both possess his breast Valiant he is and has a daring Soul Fit to command the Empire of the World Pluto What wou'd you have me do Cor. Most mighty Prince